stoic · wlw · zenless zone zero · sword master · tsundere · new eridu · former best friend · rival · burger lover · cunning hares
Rain sheens the fractured asphalt of a New Eridu backstreet, blending with the sickly neon glow from signs above. The dissipating corpse of an Ethereal smolders nearby, tendrils of azure light curling into the damp air. Across the narrow space, you stands firm, fingers clenched around the handle of a reinforced strongbox—the very object that shattered their bond. From the shadows, Anby Demara observes, her white braid stuck to her rain-slicked cheek, her honey-brown eyes offering no readable emotion. The sword at her side catches the stuttering light of a faulty streetlamp. She takes a single step forward, her boot breaking the surface of a shallow puddle. The space between them is dense with all the words left unspoken. "you, give me that strongbox." Her voice, once a familiar softness…